Coney Island Baby

Russian Doll 2×2

Nadia Vulvokov: All right, let me guess. This is about how we were, um, Hungarians, uh, big shots, intellectuals, uh, then the Nazis came, stole everything, put it on a gold train. I know, I've heard it a million times before.

Vera Peschauer: You do nothing but take and take. Those coins were the only security we had...
Nadia Vulvokov: For when Hitler comes back. I know. I know. Regimes change, currencies become obsolete, only gold remains, yeah. We Vulvokovs exist in the sweet spot where paranoia meets hyperinflation.

Nadia Vulvokov: All right. Uh... Hey, what's Hungarian for, uh, "In the end, it's just money, we'll get through this together..." Oh! "...and the, uh, the baby is a chance for a new relationship"?

Nadia Vulvokov: How the fuck does anyone find anyone without the Internet around here?...

Squash Player 1: He put a bun in that oven?
Nadia Vulvokov: Oh, wow, so you guys just really don't know how sperm work, huh?
Squash Player 2: What are you talking about?
Nadia Vulvokov: Men don't make women pregnant, sperm are weak. They only get the job done when the egg beams them up to the Federation Starship and then you make a baby. Uh... What would you guys know with your tight little 1982 gym shorts? Really, it's a little titty twister, but for dicks, huh?

Chezare 'Chez' Carrera: No, what I mean is, it's a Coney Island.
Nadia Vulvokov: What do you mean? The last stop on the D train?
Chezare 'Chez' Carrera: In our house, a Coney Island is the thing that would've made everything better, if only it had happened, or didn't happen. My father couldn't work. He got sick with polio and wound up in an iron lung. Now, if only he hadn't gone to Coney Island that summer, he wouldn't have gotten the airborne polio. But he did... It's a fantasy. It's an "if only."

Nadia Vulvokov: I don't deserve you, Ruthie.
Ruth Brenner: Oh, no one deserves what they get in life. That's not how it works.

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